Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 649

She looked like a flower wilting in the fierce storm.

"Mom!"

I hurried over, taking her hands in mine.

Mom patted my head, taking a long while before she spoke, "I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry for what happened to your grandma."

"Mom, this isn't your fault."

I frowned at the injuries on her body, "But what happened to you? How did you get hurt this badly?"

"Compared to your grandma passing away, these are just scratches."

Mom brushed it off but sighed, feeling guilty, "I keep thinking, if I hadn't thrown that party, maybe they wouldn't have had the chance, and you and your grandma wouldn't have..."

"Mom!"

I cut her off, seriously, wiping away her tears, "Whether you threw that party or not, we were out in the open, and they were hiding in the shadows. It's impossible to guard against that all the time. So, it really isn't your fault. You can't think like that!"

Mom looked at me with such tenderness. I squeezed her hand and walked her back to her hospital room.

"Mom, you're hurt too. You need to rest. I have to take grandma to the crematorium now, let her rest in peace."

Mom looked worried, "What about you? How are you holding up?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..."

At that, she seemed to finally relax and fainted.

Uncle Mike came just in time, catching Mom, "Your mom, in the middle of that chaos, got hurt pretty bad. She might never wear an evening gown again. But, I mean no harm by saying that, just stating the facts."

"And your mom, knowing about your disappearance and your grandma's death, hasn't slept a wink, and she's been running a fever."

I had felt Mom's hand burning up earlier. I thought it was just emotional distress, the excitement of it all.

"She needs to rest. Once she wakes up, I'll bring her to the funeral."

After Uncle Mike left with Mom, he paused at the door to tell Gregory, "Don't forget to mention that other thing."

After he left, I turned to Gregory, "What thing?"

Without a word, Gregory led me back to the morgue, opening the neighboring cold storage drawer.